January 8. Emptied a storage unit in Queens with J and her brother and took the stuff to Newburgh in a U-Haul truck. J runs the operation, and one better not make a fool of oneself. When I was twenty or thirty, that wouldn’t have worked. I would have had to prove myself or despair of not being able to. Meanwhile, pure serenity. She can do a lot of things better than I can, including many decidedly manly things. I know what I need and what I want. I almost envy myself for that.